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Archive name: karen.txt (MMF, slut wife, preg)
Authors name: Karen (kconan@bigfoot.com)
Story title : Karen
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Karen - (MMF, slut wife, preg)
by Karen (kconan@bigfoot.com)
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They lived in a small apartment in rural Georgia. It
was actually a converted motel, with very small one-
bedroom apartments. It was a step up from a trailer
park, but not a very large step up. They were a young
couple, newly married trying to make a start
together. Ben wasn't the smartest man alive, but he
had a good heart. He had dropped out of High School
and gone to work as a truck mechanic. Karen was his
High School sweetheart, not particularly bright
either, not really pretty but with a nice body. Sex
had brought them together, and a desire to escape
their families kept them together until they finally
married and moved out of town to be on their own.
Karen was about 5'4" with short brown greasy hair,
small breasts, and a nice tight ass. Karen thought
about sex most of the time and couldn't really
picture herself in a domestic role, doing housework
and cooking dinner. She was not sure that getting
married was a good idea. She wanted to go back to her
friends, the parties and no responsibilities, but she
didn't want to go back to her parents. Karen also had
dropped out of High School, but at the urging of Ben.
Ben talked her into it; Ben said that he loved her
and that he would make her his queen. It was
beginning to look more like he was making her his
slave.
There was a knock at the door. Two men with brief
cases were standing on the porch peering through the
screen door. Karen looked out through the tattered
screen and asked what they wanted.
They were just magazine salesmen. The salesmen that
prey on the dull witted and naive. The salesmen that
offer a deal too good to be true, selling magazine
subscriptions and giving away free prizes in return
for a commitment to make small monthly payments for
years to come. Karen, starved for someone to talk to,
opened the door to them.
The men were shabby looking. They went right into
their sales pitch, talking about the once in a
lifetime offer, good only today, to buy high quality
magazines and receive this free set of steak knives.
Karen thought she could use a set of steak knives.
Karen had no interest in magazines; in fact she
couldn't read very well and had no interest in any of
the choices being offered to her.
It was mid-July and Karen was wearing a T-shirt and a
pair of cut-off jeans. She liked wearing cut-offs,
wearing them drastically cut off and fitted low on
her hips. This didn't escape the notice of her two
guests who were there to sell magazines.
Joe, the shorter of the two, couldn't take his eyes
off Karen's ass and felt his wood starting to grow.
Of course Joe would slide his member into the south
end of a north-moving goat if left alone.
John was the senior member of the sales team and had
only taken Joe with him because he was his cousin and
he felt obligated. Neither had the morals of a spider
monkey and both were becoming less interested in
selling magazines and more interested in what was
inside of this tight-bodied woman's cut-off jeans.
Karen sensed the attention she was getting and it
actually made her feel warm inside. Since she had
been married, she missed the attention of men and the
feeling of being an object of desire. Karen couldn't
explain it but she was beginning to get hot because
of these two toads leering at her.
Karen started to move in a provocative way, swinging
her hips and accenting her feminine features. She put
her hands in her front pockets in an "awe shucks"
manner, pulling her cut-offs even lower on her hips
and jutting her pubic bone forward in a borderline
obscene gesture.
Joe moved over to the stained and scared kitchen
table and started pulling magazines out of his bag.
He put the magazines on the table, one by one, trying
to explain the various titles while staring down at
Karen's crotch. Karen's cut-offs outlined the form of
her crotch, the jutting mound, the lips the promised
passion and delight.
Karen leaned against the table, looking down at the
array of magazines being spread across the tabletop.
John couldn't take his eyes off Karen's cute ass
hiding inside of those low, tight cut-offs. The legs
were cut off so high that John could see the white of
her panties peeking out from the narrow strip of
cloth covering the junction between her legs.
John decided that Karen was asking for it. He decided
that she was screaming to be serviced, to be bred, as
he liked to call it. John had fathered a bunch of
children around the countryside and was perpetually
defending himself in court against paternity suites.
John never used condoms and felt that he had an
obligation to society to spread his seed far and
wide.
While Joe was talking, John moved up behind Karen. He
was about a head taller than Karen. He moved up close
behind her and put his hands on her hips. Karen could
feel John's closeness behind her and when she felt
his hands on her hips, alarms went off in her head.
But she just stood there, aware that her inaction was
conveying a message of sanction to the intrusion of
her space.
Joe watched as John moved his hands from Karen's hips
to around her waist, placing his fingers over the
tops of her cut-off jeans, partly on her flesh and
partly on her waistband. John pressed himself forward
pushing his rapidly hardening man flesh against
Karen's shapely rounded ass.
Karen just stood there, frozen, feeling that familiar
tingle in her loins, that urge to be penetrated,
fulfilled, violated. Her breath started to come in
gasps as she felt the stranger's hands feeling her
around the waist.
John, emboldened by Karen's passive reaction to his
invasion, moved his hands across her front, feeling
the warm flesh of her exposed midriff, feeling the
hardware holding her jeans together; the top button,
the zipper talon, feeling the shape of her body
enclosed beneath the tight denim wrap of cloth.
Karen felt the stranger's hand move down her front,
pressing against her pubic bone, her mound, down the
front of her legs, brushing past her vagina hidden
inside her cut-off jeans. Karen's breath quickened as
John grabbed the top of her cut-offs and unfastened
the button holding them together. She felt his hand
snake its way into her jeans, pushing down to feel
her mound. Still covered by her cotton panties.
Panties beginning to dampen as the moisture formed
between her legs.
The thought of these greasy, filthy men violating her
body made her squirm with sexual desire and forbidden
passion. Karen could feel her lust starting to rise
at the thought of having illicit sex with these
strangers, taking their come into her fertile womb -
the risk of conceiving a bastard child.
John pushed his hand all the way down into Karen's
pants, feeling the pulsating heat from her junction
and the wetness starting to form. The scent of musk
reached his nostrils making his shaft even harder.
Joe was mesmerized watching John reaching into this
young woman's pants. Joe watched as John removed his
hand and grabbed at the zipper, the only remaining
line of defense holding up her scant cut-off jeans.
Karen felt her zipper being slowly pulled down. The
alarms in her head were screaming, realizing what
would happen if she let this continue. I was now or
never, she had a small window of time to act before
it would be too late. But Karen wanted it to be too
late, she was already being overwhelmed by her own
building lust, by the thought of being penetrated by
these dirty men, having them plant their illicit,
forbidden seed deep inside her.
John pulled her zipper all the way down.
Karen could feel cool air wafting by the newly
exposed portions of her flesh, flesh that should be
covered and hidden away.
John grabbed both sides of her cut-offs and gently
pulled them down, sliding them off Karen's hips and
easing them down past her thighs, knees and letting
them drop to the ground.
Karen absent-mindedly stepped out of the rumpled
denim at her feet and stood there in her cotton
panties, her back to the stranger, the stranger's
hands still holding her by the waist.
John pressed his hands over the front of Karen's
body, feeling her mound, pressing in on her vagina,
feeling the shape and curves of her body with the
tips of his fingers and palms of his hands.
Karen started to moan and slightly press her hips
forward in response to the ministrations being
offered by the stranger as he felt her up. Karen's
body responded to the attention eagerly.
John felt the dampness turn into wetness and felt the
slick fluids on his hands. He put his hand into the
waistband of Karen's panties and pushed his hand down
inside. He felt the top of Karen's slit and the soft
tuft of pubic hair tangling around his fingers.
Karen's breath came in short gasps as she felt the
stranger's hand invade her most private area,
pressing into her slit, exploring the wetness of her
inner folds, feeling the sensitive parts of her
lubricated sex.
John pulled his hand out of Karen's panties, and as
with the jeans, began to pull down the cotton briefs
- slowly but deliberately. The elastic resisted the
downward tension but John pulled a little harder and
felt them start to slide off her hips. He continued
to pull and brought them down slowly, exposing her
body inch by inch.
Joe watched as the top of Karen's pubic mound began
to peek above her waistband, just a hint of soft,
brown pubic hair, then her entire crotch and finally,
her panties uselessly tangled around her ankles.
Karen stood there wearing nothing but her T-shirt,
feeling the cool air around her lower body, standing
there naked in front of these vile strangers,
breathing hard.
John took Karen's hand and led her to the bedroom.
The small bedroom had a Queen Sized bed that took up
almost the entire area. Karen lay back on the bed;
her naked body offered up to the strangers, feeling
the heat intensify between her legs. She watched as
John undid his belt, snap and zipper on his trousers.
She watched as he peeled off his pants and dingy
Jockey shorts.
Joe stood in the doorway watching this surreal scene
unfold before him. The sight of the stiff cock
pointing at her from the stranger's crotch dominated
Karen's entire field of vision. John crawled up on
the bed and positioned himself between Karen's legs.
Karen watched as if in a trance as the stranger
crawled up on her, placing his cock between her legs,
poking at her entrance.
No love, no passion, just lust. John thrust his cock
into Karen.
Karen felt the stranger's dick slide inside her with
urgency. Karen felt the stranger's weight on top of
her, felt the thrust of his dick sliding in and out
of her. Karen felt his dick poke at her cervix, knew
that she was vulnerable and fertile, knew that soon
the stranger would flood her womb with his potent
semen, semen loaded with sperm.
John felt his balls ready to unload and grunted as he
planted his shaft deep within Karen, feeling the
first wonderful spurt of hot semen shoot into her,
spurt after spurt of hot, white fluid impregnating
this hot little slut.
Karen felt the hot spurt inside her cunt too, and the
knowledge tipped her over the edge of her own orgasm.
Karen's cunt milked every drop of cum out of the
stranger's prick.
Then after a time it was Joe's turn and Karen watched
as another strange man made his way to her bed...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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Kristen's collection - Directory 13